Apparently facilities was continuously telling people to replace the bulbs in every room on the 11th floor but mine. However, they finally found me, and I have light again. And now that both bulbs work instead of just one, it's significantly brighter than it's ever been.

As great as that is, I still want to poke out my eyes.

My microecon professor seems to like painting. Herself. Naked.

Maybe getting a new backpack will help me recover.